Using sandpaper to try and file Charlie's nails down didn't really work; I think it made his feet hurt so he wouldn't go on his wheel. The itching has also not gotten better at all. We get to a point where his wounds are almost healed and he opens them up again. His poor ears have been reduced to about half the size of what they were. The only times it appears he is at peace is when he is sleeping, snuggled into Jenny or I.
Tomorrow, Dr Nielsen returns from her holiday time-off and we will try to get an appointment with her. It doesn't look good though. I truly do not know what else we could do for him. I am hoping for a miracle in the next 12 hrs or so, but am also content that if one doesn't happen then Charlie will return to That which he came from.
It's in His hands now. Father, Your will be done.